"And I said to my body, softly, 'I want to be your friend.' It took a long breath and replied, 'I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.'"
-Oge Agibe
What a dream, am I right? Just the thought of being friends with my body feels like a huge sigh of relief.
I've come to realize lately that, while I am all about body acceptance in the general sense, my acceptance of my own body is entirely conditional. I fully love and accept my body, so long as it stays within a tiny range of criteria. Which is, of course, is not really how we treat things we love.
But what about how we treat friends? Friends are people who we care about and love in a whole range of circumstances. We want to get to know them and spend time with them and check in on them. Sometimes they annoy us, sometimes they surprise us, sometimes they spontaneously do something that makes us feel so loved we cry.
Imagine, treating our bodies like that. Like whole beings that matter and are worth getting to know, all on their own.
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| Laura Salaberry |
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